<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857</id><updated>2012-01-27T00:06:53.361Z</updated><category term='viagens'/><category term='vida'/><category term='quotidiano'/><category term='referendo'/><category term='citação'/><title type='text'>Imaginário Real</title><subtitle type='html'>"Os sonhos tornam-se realidade. 
Sem essa possibilidade, a natureza não nos incentivaria a tê-los" (John Updike)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-4276925959988238632</id><published>2011-03-07T10:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-07T10:04:25.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Lembrandt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-73.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346392343667&amp;amp;site=widget-73.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346392343667&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-73.slide.com/p1/648518346392343667/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346392343667&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-73.slide.com/p2/648518346392343667/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=fl&amp;id=648518346392343667&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-73.slide.com/p4/648518346392343667/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-4276925959988238632?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4276925959988238632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=4276925959988238632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4276925959988238632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4276925959988238632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2011/03/lembrandt.html' title='Lembrandt'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7719926050116205497</id><published>2010-05-16T13:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T13:31:48.267+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogo de Vida</title><content type='html'>Deambulei por um labirinto de inseguranças que se foi incrustando em mim ao longo do tempo. Em cada beco onde me perdi, descobri sinais que me eram desconhecidos. Uns serviram de alerta, outros assinalaram caminhos. A cada impasse, reformulei os meus sentidos, revi o meu percurso, enchi a alma e prossegui viagem na tentativa de me afastar do emaranhado de sombras que os medos tecem. &lt;br /&gt;Já no limite deste percurso confuso, fujo dele, encaminho-me pela passagem para um novo estádio, mesmo tendo a consciência que existem muitos outros desafios a percorrer pela vida inteira. Agora é tempo de mudar de nível, sentir o prazer de ultrapassar um obstáculo e de passar à fase seguinte deste enorme jogo de vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7719926050116205497?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7719926050116205497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7719926050116205497' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7719926050116205497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7719926050116205497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/05/jogo-de-vida.html' title='Jogo de Vida'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-4191326082143458027</id><published>2010-05-08T18:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:29:53.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranformação</title><content type='html'>Tenho a convicção da existência de uma certa incerteza permanente em tudo o que me rodeia. Nada é definitivo, as conclusões são apenas provisórias. A evolução é constante mesmo que aparentemente exista uma quietude. É que nem todas as mudanças provocam desequilíbrios e a transformação que ocorre pode ser serena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-4191326082143458027?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4191326082143458027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=4191326082143458027' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4191326082143458027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4191326082143458027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/05/tranformacao.html' title='Tranformação'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-8520227391211511470</id><published>2010-05-06T23:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:43:06.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ate já</title><content type='html'>Recuso despedir-me de ti! &lt;br /&gt;Recuso-me porque sei que me acompanhas após cada partida. Estás presente na forma de um pensamento permanente que surge delineado no sorriso que me provocas. &lt;br /&gt;E mesmo assim, começo a sentir saudades no momento imediatamente anterior ao pronunciar do meu habitual "até já".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-8520227391211511470?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8520227391211511470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=8520227391211511470' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8520227391211511470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8520227391211511470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/05/ate-ja.html' title='Ate já'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-4260877904267449558</id><published>2010-04-18T14:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:08:53.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Força invisível</title><content type='html'>Há uma força invisível que nos une ou nos separa, regulada por uma equação que certamente contém demasiadas incógnitas para poder ser calculada. Daí as relações mais improváveis, as atracções mais fulminantes, as antipatias mais instantâneas ou as separações mais inimagináveis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-4260877904267449558?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4260877904267449558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=4260877904267449558' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4260877904267449558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4260877904267449558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/forca-invisivel.html' title='Força invisível'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-2529547100123173565</id><published>2010-04-11T12:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:28:50.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um tempo sem tempo</title><content type='html'>O tempo torna-se secundário quando insuficiente para conter toda a vida que sobrepomos ao marcar das horas e minutos. Deixamos de sentir o deslizar dos ponteiros do relógio, e o tempo como que se anula porque o sentimos tão infinito. As tarefas de sobrevivência tornam-se transitoriamente insignificantes face à intensidade destes momentos de não-tempo único e eterno. E essa vida não se perderá no tempo dos dias e anos porque se impregna nas nossas existências.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-2529547100123173565?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2529547100123173565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=2529547100123173565' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2529547100123173565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2529547100123173565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-tempo-sem-tempo.html' title='Um tempo sem tempo'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-4104856049044348254</id><published>2010-04-06T10:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:26:07.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conto-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/4486469925/" target="_blank" title="Explaining"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2766/4486469925_188b42b972.jpg" width="500" alt="Explaining" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conto-te pedacinhos de vida enquanto absorvo cada reacção tua. E nesta busca da imagem certa para cada partilha, as mãos tornam-se batutas vivas que pautam o desenrolar da fita de episódios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-4104856049044348254?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4104856049044348254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=4104856049044348254' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4104856049044348254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4104856049044348254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/conto-te.html' title='Conto-te'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2766/4486469925_188b42b972_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-8240377641631148205</id><published>2010-04-02T21:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:58:29.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(im)possível</title><content type='html'>Farto do remediável e do mais ou menos, opto por abdicar do possível em favor do impossível onde espero transcender-me e catapultar-me para lá dos limites que sinto existirem em mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-8240377641631148205?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8240377641631148205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=8240377641631148205' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8240377641631148205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8240377641631148205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/impossivel_02.html' title='(im)possível'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-2263550630278718376</id><published>2010-04-02T18:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:18:08.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciclo Estourar a Caixa Antiga</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://extrapolar21.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Associação Cultural Extrapolar&lt;/a&gt; realizou no passado fim de semana a primeira sessão do Ciclo Estourar a Caixa Antiga com a apresentação do livro "sonetos para-infantis" de &lt;a href="http://cabodaboatormenta.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pedro Ludgero&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-75.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346391830901&amp;amp;site=widget-75.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346391830901&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-75.slide.com/p1/648518346391830901/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346391830901&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-75.slide.com/p2/648518346391830901/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=fl&amp;id=648518346391830901&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-75.slide.com/p4/648518346391830901/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-2263550630278718376?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2263550630278718376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=2263550630278718376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2263550630278718376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2263550630278718376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/estourar-caixa-antiga-fotos.html' title='Ciclo Estourar a Caixa Antiga'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-3495488184122747304</id><published>2010-04-01T16:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:14:21.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espera</title><content type='html'>Afirma-se num conhecido provérbio que “saber esperar é uma virtude”. &lt;br /&gt;No entanto, essa espera quando levada ao exagero começa a revelar mais ingenuidade do que virtuosidade. De facto, a verdadeira sabedoria é sermos capazes de identificar o momento em que a espera se começa a tornar ridícula para assim podermos minorar o esbanjamento de vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-3495488184122747304?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3495488184122747304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=3495488184122747304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3495488184122747304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3495488184122747304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/04/espera.html' title='Espera'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-3135178231476033954</id><published>2010-03-21T21:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:45:34.390Z</updated><title type='text'>À espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/4452169420/" target="_blank" title="Waiting"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2698/4452169420_27757cdac3.jpg" width="500" alt="Waiting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À espera, com as marcas do tempo vincadas, que a vida passe serena e tranquila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-3135178231476033954?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3135178231476033954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=3135178231476033954' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3135178231476033954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3135178231476033954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/espera.html' title='À espera'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2698/4452169420_27757cdac3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-8723427200674544560</id><published>2010-03-20T21:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:14:48.708Z</updated><title type='text'>Alquimia de afectos</title><content type='html'>Dizem-me, e eu cada vez mais acredito, que existem pequenos fios invisíveis que ligam as pessoas. Delicados e frágeis que não conseguem amarrar ninguém mas ao mesmo tempo têm uma força que lhes permite durar uma vida inteira. Eles são fruto de uma alquimia de afectos e com eles tecemos cumplicidades ao longo da vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-8723427200674544560?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8723427200674544560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=8723427200674544560' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8723427200674544560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8723427200674544560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/alquimia-de-afectos.html' title='Alquimia de afectos'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-4698744032282554471</id><published>2010-03-18T22:27:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:35:06.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Ruína</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/4443525499/" target="_blank" title="The Ruins by Nelson Silva, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/4024/4443525499_ee6652799d_o.jpg" width="500" alt="The Ruins by Nelson Silva" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida continua presente nas águas irrequietas do rio, no vento que trespassa as aberturas que um dia foram janelas e no Sol que teima em iluminar um espaço que já perdeu limites físicos. &lt;br /&gt;As pedras já são apenas uma memória em equilíbrio instável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-4698744032282554471?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4698744032282554471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=4698744032282554471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4698744032282554471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4698744032282554471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/ruina.html' title='Ruína'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7595108963479426032</id><published>2010-03-17T01:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:31:44.758Z</updated><title type='text'>Cumplicidade</title><content type='html'>Havia como que um véu de mansidão a revestir aquele abraço, bem para lá de todo o afecto e desejo por demais evidente em cada toque de ternura e em cada degrau de intimidade. Era como se uma aura de aconchego estivesse a ser urdida naquele entrelaçar de sorrisos cada vez mais cúmplices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7595108963479426032?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7595108963479426032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7595108963479426032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7595108963479426032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7595108963479426032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/cumplicidade.html' title='Cumplicidade'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7977945619137672888</id><published>2010-03-10T00:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:23:18.992Z</updated><title type='text'>Talvez</title><content type='html'>Perdido entre um “sim” e um “não”, entre dois pólos que nem sequer parecem representar posições extremadas nem tão pouco constituem atitudes antagónicas, o pensamento vagueia por um “talvez” desconfiado e algo inquieto, sentindo que os extremos se atraem mais do que se afastam, confundindo-se numa amálgama de comparações indiferentes, contradições explosivas e paixões generalizadas, como se quisessem mostrar que a força da vontade prefere escolher a ambos sem eleger nenhum deles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7977945619137672888?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7977945619137672888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7977945619137672888' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7977945619137672888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7977945619137672888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/talvez.html' title='Talvez'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-3472575565879163195</id><published>2010-03-07T23:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:43:15.038Z</updated><title type='text'>Andamento</title><content type='html'>Não percas o ritmo, agarra a composição e não te deixes acomodar ao silêncio ou à pausa. Deixa que estes sejam apenas parte da batida que vais traçando a cada passo. Se necessário, segue de improviso sem perder as referências nem a melodia. Movimenta-te de forma mais efusiva ou opta por um modo mais lento, mas não percas a cadência. &lt;br /&gt;Constrói o teu andamento, não pares! Agarra-o!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-3472575565879163195?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3472575565879163195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=3472575565879163195' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3472575565879163195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3472575565879163195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/andamento.html' title='Andamento'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1251160369891872078</id><published>2010-03-06T17:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-06T17:35:47.161Z</updated><title type='text'>Desconhecido</title><content type='html'>Nunca ninguém lhe dissera que o fim estaria ao virar da esquina, nem sequer lhe ocorreu que do outro lado da dobra das paredes estivesse um beco sombrio. Seguiu determinado mas menos impávido que todos os outros dias, pressentindo um chão escorregadio e perigoso, enquanto tomava consciência que a surpresa se podia transformar em medo. &lt;br /&gt;No limite, reconheceu-o, afinal aquele desconhecido sempre estivera ali à sua espera sem aviso prévio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1251160369891872078?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1251160369891872078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1251160369891872078' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1251160369891872078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1251160369891872078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/desconhecido.html' title='Desconhecido'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7303653543249386856</id><published>2010-03-06T16:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:12:17.305Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>Perdi as palavras algures entre o aqui e o ali, deixei que se escapassem por entre as imagens que também se tornam escassas. Talvez tenha sido eu a abrir as mãos e a deixar que que voassem, talvez estivesse à procura de as renovar e reinventar mas depois acomodei-me a vê-las esvoaçar e não as procurei de novo. Ou talvez não as tenha conseguido fazer soltarem-se na forma prevista e tenha optado por outras formas de expressão para expelir reflexões e impressões.&lt;br /&gt;Pego de novo nelas hoje, não pela pressão do “tem de ser”, mas simplesmente deixando que se soltem ao sabor do dedilhar continuo no teclado e ao ritmo da música recém-descoberta que me embala nesta regresso à escrita partilhada. É um primeiro reencontro com elas, não sei se haverá amanhã ou se ficam por aqui, mas tanta coisa na vida tem sido vivida deste modo tão presente que mal nenhum virá se elas desaparecerem novamente amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7303653543249386856?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7303653543249386856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7303653543249386856' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7303653543249386856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7303653543249386856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/03/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-5316869934270552143</id><published>2010-01-18T01:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:45:49.137Z</updated><title type='text'>Filo-Café Descoberta (fotos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-22.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346391547426&amp;amp;site=widget-22.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346391547426&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-22.slide.com/p1/648518346391547426/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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a realizar-se em Vila Nova de Gaia no próximo Sábado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7771533003307449725?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7771533003307449725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7771533003307449725' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7771533003307449725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7771533003307449725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/descoberta.html' title='Descoberta'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-8481852204185773726</id><published>2010-01-08T14:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:21:33.768Z</updated><title type='text'>Exposição Paz Objectiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/S0c6stPPkSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QhJnnlt3hwE/s1600-h/CONVWEB_pazobjectiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/S0c6stPPkSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QhJnnlt3hwE/s400/CONVWEB_pazobjectiva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424368815923237154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será inaugurada amanhã na associação &lt;a href="http://acadeiradevangogh.org/Contacto.html" target="_blank"&gt;A Cadeira de Van Gogh&lt;/a&gt; uma exposição de fotografia sobre tema "A Paz e a Não Volência nos nossos dias", onde irei participar.&lt;br /&gt;O convite fica aqui quer para a inauguração (Sábado, dia 9 de Janeiro às 21:30) quer para uma visita à exposição até ao final do mês. Está aberto às Quintas e Sextas-feiras das 11:00 às 24:00 e aos Sábados das 16:00 às 24:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/S0c7jJdG2SI/AAAAAAAAAgs/enf3jIkeNsI/s1600-h/Cartaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/S0c7jJdG2SI/AAAAAAAAAgs/enf3jIkeNsI/s400/Cartaz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424369751210514722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-8481852204185773726?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8481852204185773726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=8481852204185773726' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8481852204185773726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8481852204185773726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2010/01/paz-objectiva-2.html' title='Exposição Paz Objectiva'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/S0c6stPPkSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QhJnnlt3hwE/s72-c/CONVWEB_pazobjectiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-2777533953789339651</id><published>2009-12-24T11:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:05:06.345Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/4210237538/" target="_blank" title="Merry.... something amazing good! by Nelson Silva, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4072/4210237538_dfb49d5bed_o.jpg" width="500" alt="Merry.... something amazing good!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegamos a este dia, já o cansaço é enorme. O trânsito, as compras, os jantares, os mails, os telefonemas, as mensagens no telemóvel, a publicidade, as canções de Natal, os cartões de boas festas... &lt;br /&gt;Talvez o simbolismo se tenha perdido quase por completo nos dias que correm, mas esta é uma época que ninguém fica indiferente, quanto mais não seja porque não lhe é permitido não ter de conviver com o reboliço que se gera nas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, e seja lá o que cada um de nós pense no seu íntimo sobre esta época, desejo-vos a todos que por aqui passam uma muita boa... &lt;i&gt;qualquer-coisa-boa&lt;/i&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;Além disso, espero que logo mais aquele velhinho de barbas vestido de vermelho que conhecemos desde crianças nos traga a todos um ano de 2010 repleto de saúde, alegria, boa disposição, energia positiva, realizações e muitos sorrisos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-2777533953789339651?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2777533953789339651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=2777533953789339651' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2777533953789339651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2777533953789339651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1774572313051730135</id><published>2009-12-08T18:48:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:07:52.478Z</updated><title type='text'>D' O Alto</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/4169116567/" target="_blank" title="D'O Alto - Nelson Silva"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2672/4169116567_559a139f34_o.jpg" width="500" alt="D'O Alto - Nelson Silva" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contribuição online para o o &lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/2009/11/filo-cafe-em-mondim-de-basto.html" target="_blank"&gt;O Alto&lt;/a&gt; a realizar-se em Mondim de Basto no próximo Sábado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1774572313051730135?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1774572313051730135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1774572313051730135' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1774572313051730135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1774572313051730135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-alto.html' title='D&apos; O Alto'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-5519898719752262949</id><published>2009-11-09T01:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:44:17.423Z</updated><title type='text'>Filo-Café Silêncio ou Morte (fotos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-7d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346389627517&amp;amp;site=widget-7d.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346389627517&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7d.slide.com/p1/648518346389627517/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346389377006&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p2/648518346389377006/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=fl&amp;id=648518346389377006&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p4/648518346389377006/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-8226266853726897487?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8226266853726897487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=8226266853726897487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8226266853726897487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8226266853726897487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/10/filo-cafe-viagens-fotos.html' title='Filo-Café Viagens (fotos)'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1801890856244909273</id><published>2009-10-01T16:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:45:41.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/3971379399/" target="_blank" title="Viagem"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2542/3971379399_c8eb5947b3_o.jpg" width="500" alt="Viagem" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada viagem é uma nova descoberta, uma nova caminhada rumo ao conhecimento. Amanhã à noite em Lamego, um novo &lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/2009/06/filo-cafe-em-lamego.html" target="_blank"&gt;filo-café onde se falará de viagens&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1801890856244909273?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1801890856244909273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1801890856244909273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1801890856244909273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1801890856244909273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/10/viagem.html' title='Viagem'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-2252274715288636981</id><published>2009-09-15T14:13:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:28:35.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte e Criação III</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/3789672317/" target="_blank" title="Delicadeza"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/3789672317_079f13e405_o.jpg" width="270" alt="Delicadeza" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/3923047846/" target="_blank" title="Preparação"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2471/3923047846_c9b1ce03e3_o.jpg" width="270" alt="Preparação" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/3923047850/" target="_blank" title="Meditação Urbana"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3491/3923047850_b6648afd7f_o.jpg" width="270" alt="Meditação Urbana" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes 3 trabalhos a preto e branco encontram-se em exposição em Vieira do Minho no evento &lt;a href="http://arte-criacao.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Arte e Criação III&lt;/a&gt; que decorre entre 13 a 19 de Setembro de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://arte-criacao.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Arte e Criação III"&gt;&lt;img src="http://entendedesign.com/diversos/artecriacaoIII.jpg" width="150" alt="Arte e Criação III" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-2252274715288636981?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2252274715288636981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=2252274715288636981' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2252274715288636981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2252274715288636981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/09/arte-e-criacao-iii.html' title='Arte e Criação III'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-6080601416859826011</id><published>2009-09-10T00:15:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:32:37.457+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mares de Mim</title><content type='html'>Navegando num mar de emoções encontro-me na agitação das águas que me tentam deitar borda fora.  Agarro-me ao barco que fui construindo ao longo dos anos; as cordas são as defesas possíveis que vou esticando para me sentir em segurança, pelo menos dentro do possível em cada tempestade de vida.&lt;br /&gt;As ondas por vezes elevam-me bem alto, onde quase pairando pressinto o prazer de abraçar o mundo inteiro, para logo de seguida quase me afundar no meio da ondulação ficando no limite do perder a respiração por tamanha incerteza face ao momento seguinte. Entre picos, respiro e encho-me de vida. &lt;br /&gt;Semi-aventureiro e semi-amedrontado pela força com que vou sendo abalado e ondulado, teimo em seguir viagem mesmo que já sem rumo firme. Aqui e ali, o mar torna-se um pouco mais sereno e é possível apreciar a imensidão e beleza deste viver, talvez até encontrar um Norte renovado. &lt;br /&gt;De cada porto onde me abrigo, e após cada tempestade, parto sempre à descoberta como se nada conhecesse ainda e como se voltasse a ser um menino que quer abraçar o mundo e a vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-6080601416859826011?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6080601416859826011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=6080601416859826011' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/6080601416859826011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/6080601416859826011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/09/mares-de-mim.html' title='Mares de Mim'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-5499917967849089063</id><published>2009-08-20T20:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:10:06.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o destino</title><content type='html'>Às vezes parece que sabemos exactamente qual o nosso destino. E, no entanto, desacreditamos tão facilmente dele. Talvez seja a ansiedade que nos prega partidas até ao ponto em que deixamos de acreditar. Ou talvez seja o percurso natural que temos de fazer para que não fiquemos obcecados por esse destino que sabemos que é nosso.&lt;br /&gt;É que se ele tiver de acontecer, então será quando menos esperamos que a vida nos leva precisamente até ao ponto de decisão que nos abrirá a porta desse destino que já se tornou também um desejo. Cabe-nos estar atentos e não hesitar. E viver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-5499917967849089063?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5499917967849089063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=5499917967849089063' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5499917967849089063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5499917967849089063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/sobre-o-destino.html' title='Sobre o destino'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1687124645300166209</id><published>2009-08-15T14:42:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:39:37.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/3822519337/" target="_blank"title="Road to Happiness by Nelson Silva, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3822519337_b6684d6531.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Road to Happiness" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se existisse um caminho para a felicidade, ele seria como este: rodeado de árvores cujas folhas nos enchem de carinho e atenção, com marcas ao longo dele para que possamos permanecer na estrada porque o chão por vezes está molhado e perigoso para tentar fazer-nos escorregar para longe dos nossos sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é o que sentimos enquanto percorremos este caminho escolhido. Como é bom viajar assim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1687124645300166209?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1687124645300166209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1687124645300166209' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1687124645300166209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1687124645300166209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/caminho.html' title='Caminho'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3822519337_b6684d6531_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-4262150234701196238</id><published>2009-08-02T18:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:00:59.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhecer sereno</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/3782006334/" title="Morning Light by Nelson Silva, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/3782006334_9ea874a665_o.jpg" height="500" alt="Morning Light" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-4262150234701196238?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4262150234701196238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=4262150234701196238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4262150234701196238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4262150234701196238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/amanhecer-sereno.html' title='Amanhecer sereno'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7429749696724327498</id><published>2009-06-26T21:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:45:36.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paz Objectiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.marchamundialpt.org/images/stories/paz%20objectiva_inaugurao_net.jpg" width="560" alt="Paz Objectiva" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado, dia 27 de Junho pelas 18:00 vai ser inaugurada uma exposição colectiva de fotografia integrada na &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marchamundialpt.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Marcha Mundial pela Paz e Não-Violência&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; na galeria &lt;b&gt;sem modos design&lt;/b&gt; na Rua de Francos, 510 - Porto.&lt;br /&gt;A exposição estará patente nas próximas 4 semanas, sendo o horário de abertura da galeria das 18:00 às 20:00 todos os dias (incluindo fins de semana e feriados), excepto em situações em que existam outros eventos que permitam abertura mais alargada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7429749696724327498?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7429749696724327498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7429749696724327498' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7429749696724327498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7429749696724327498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/06/paz-objectiva.html' title='Paz Objectiva'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-6783524368347620075</id><published>2009-06-23T10:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:18:20.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>Os pensamentos absorvem as palavras que hesitam transbordar na folha de papel em branco. Resta um silencioso vazio, com o olhar perdido no infinito enquanto a mente se ocupa de ideias e conjecturas da vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-6783524368347620075?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6783524368347620075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=6783524368347620075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/6783524368347620075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/6783524368347620075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/06/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-8737354474938920566</id><published>2009-06-11T20:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:17:46.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baú Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/3616845115/" title="Blue/Baú Azul by Nelson Silva, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3655/3616845115_3166469f9b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Blue" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-8737354474938920566?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8737354474938920566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=8737354474938920566' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8737354474938920566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8737354474938920566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/06/bau-azul.html' title='Baú Azul'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3655/3616845115_3166469f9b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-2739314037859910403</id><published>2009-06-07T13:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:49:55.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos - A Doença</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-21.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=gn&amp;il=1&amp;channel=648518346388369185&amp;site=widget-21.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;at=fl&amp;id=648518346388369185&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-21.slide.com/p1/648518346388369185/gn_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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amanhã, dia 6, em Espinho.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-6316138671041305591?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6316138671041305591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=6316138671041305591' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/6316138671041305591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/6316138671041305591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/06/fc-doenca.html' title='A Brecha'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2452/3598727500_289f72eabd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-8821089457247789225</id><published>2009-06-05T10:33:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:49:14.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Doença</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/3596947355/" target="_blank" title="Filo-Café A Doença, Poster by Nelson Silva, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/3596947355_0c9c41cc72.jpg" width="354" height="500" alt="Filo-Café Announcement Poster" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é a doença? Para mim, é um estado, físico e/ou psíquico, que se caracteriza essencialmente pela incapacidade de planear o futuro. &lt;br /&gt;Podemos manter expectativas e objectivos, mas dificilmente conseguimos estabelecer planos com um mínimo de certeza, já que temos a percepção não somos capazes de prever como estaremos daqui a pouco, amanhã ou daqui a uma semana. &lt;br /&gt;Sentimos um aprisionamento que nos limita a nós próprios, muito para além de qualquer diagnóstico cientifico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Sábado, dia 6 , às 21:30, mais um filo-café desta vez sobre o tema &lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/2009/04/filo-cafe-doenca.html" target="_blank"&gt;A Doença&lt;/a&gt; em Espinho.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-8821089457247789225?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8821089457247789225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=8821089457247789225' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8821089457247789225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8821089457247789225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/06/doenca.html' title='A Doença'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2441/3596947355_0c9c41cc72_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1530403672076157688</id><published>2009-05-26T01:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T00:06:53.371Z</updated><title type='text'>Viver</title><content type='html'>Quero poder olhar para trás com um sorriso e dizer que &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;soube viver&lt;/span&gt; em vez de repetir com resignação o desabafo que anuncia ter conseguido &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sobreviver&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1530403672076157688?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1530403672076157688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1530403672076157688' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1530403672076157688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1530403672076157688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/05/viver.html' title='Viver'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-5786416359721596472</id><published>2009-05-16T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:50:05.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupido</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/3535028733/" title="Cupid by Nelson Silva, on Flickr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/3535028733_fda2e90b65.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Cupid" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-5786416359721596472?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5786416359721596472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=5786416359721596472' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5786416359721596472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5786416359721596472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/05/cupido.html' title='Cupido'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/3535028733_fda2e90b65_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-8543343754234976980</id><published>2009-05-04T19:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:44:44.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropeções</title><content type='html'>Estamos avisados que os obstáculos e os precipícios fazem parte do trilho, sabemos que podemos ser alvo de ataques ou presa fácil de sinais enganadores, mas temos também que contar com os tropeções que daremos sozinhos. &lt;br /&gt;Nessas alturas, seremos apenas nós os responsáveis por essas quedas sofridas, não adiantará procurar outros culpados para nossa incapacidade de nos mantermos de pé. Aproveitemos o tempo para aprender com o tombo, sacudir o pó e o embaraço. E depois continuar por um desses percursos de vida que temos pela frente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-8543343754234976980?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8543343754234976980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=8543343754234976980' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8543343754234976980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8543343754234976980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/05/tropecoes.html' title='Tropeções'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7577280618796928927</id><published>2009-05-03T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:03:19.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto isso</title><content type='html'>Recordo agora a chuva que me transbordou a inquietação e sinto os últimos resquícios de um frio duro que colocou a nu fragilidades ocultas. Ainda confuso, aguardo um sinal quente que me tome pelos braços e me devolva ao estaleiro dos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, repouso minhas mãos no vazio de uma espera feita de indecisões, mas sem baixar os braços, atrevo-me a imaginar passos de uma dança renovada que em breve me envolverá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7577280618796928927?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7577280618796928927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7577280618796928927' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7577280618796928927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7577280618796928927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/05/enquanto-isso.html' title='Enquanto isso'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-4512748729176139336</id><published>2009-04-27T02:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:44:31.515+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos - Medo à Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346387830319&amp;amp;site=widget-2f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346387830319&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p1/648518346387830319/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346387830319&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p2/648518346387830319/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=fl&amp;id=648518346387830319&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2f.slide.com/p4/648518346387830319/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-4512748729176139336?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4512748729176139336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=4512748729176139336' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4512748729176139336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4512748729176139336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/04/fotos-medo-liberdade.html' title='Fotos - Medo à Liberdade'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1081330956710928228</id><published>2009-04-10T15:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:53:08.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo à Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/3428452175/" title="Over the sea by Nelson Silva, on Flickr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3428452175_9bea922a68.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Over the sea" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participação no filocafé &lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/2009/03/medo-liberdade.html" target="_blank"&gt;Medo à Liberdade&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1081330956710928228?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1081330956710928228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1081330956710928228' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1081330956710928228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1081330956710928228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/04/medo-liberdade.html' title='Medo à Liberdade'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3428452175_9bea922a68_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-99623457339606729</id><published>2009-03-15T01:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:01:32.181Z</updated><title type='text'>Magna Carta</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-05.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346385282565&amp;amp;site=widget-05.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346385282565&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-05.slide.com/p1/648518346385282565/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346385282565&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-05.slide.com/p2/648518346385282565/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=fl&amp;id=648518346385282565&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-05.slide.com/p4/648518346385282565/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fim de semana passada levou a Lleida (ou Lérida em Português) ao &lt;a href="http://www.musiquesdisperses.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Festival Musiques Disperses&lt;/a&gt; para rever os meus amigos Chris e Linda acompanhados pelo Matt. Já tinha saudades de ouvir ao vivo a música dos &lt;a href="http://www.magnac.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Magna Carta&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Além da música, também a amizade saiu revitalizada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos também &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/sets/72157615272551176/" target="_blank"&gt;no meu Flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-99623457339606729?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/99623457339606729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=99623457339606729' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/99623457339606729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/99623457339606729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/03/magna-carta.html' title='Magna Carta'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-8883942283519291145</id><published>2009-03-04T14:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:39:06.512Z</updated><title type='text'>Fotos - Salvação e Justiça</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346384504302&amp;amp;site=widget-ee.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346384504302&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p1/648518346384504302/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346384504302&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p2/648518346384504302/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=fl&amp;id=648518346384504302&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p4/648518346384504302/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-8883942283519291145?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8883942283519291145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=8883942283519291145' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8883942283519291145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8883942283519291145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/03/fotos-salvacao-e-justica.html' title='Fotos - Salvação e Justiça'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-3471050079985827388</id><published>2009-02-27T11:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:04:55.392Z</updated><title type='text'>Be fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/3313061541/" target="_blank" title="Be fair by Nelson Silva, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3313061541_2065abcd78.jpg" width="500" height="361" alt="Be fair" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em exposição amanhã, dia 28 de Fevereiro, no &lt;a href="http://www.orfeao.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Orfeão do Porto&lt;/a&gt; no decorrer do filo-café sobre o tema &lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/2009/01/filo-caf-salvao-e-justia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Salvação e Justiça&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-3471050079985827388?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3471050079985827388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=3471050079985827388' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3471050079985827388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3471050079985827388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-fair.html' title='Be fair'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3597/3313061541_2065abcd78_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7872503524808413451</id><published>2009-02-26T01:48:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:03:59.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Salvação e Justiça</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/3309819903/" target="_blank" title="cartaz_filocafe_sj by Nelson Silva, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3309819903_ea35dc1c73.jpg" width="353" height="500" alt="Salvação e Justiça" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No próximo dia 28 de Fevereiro, mais um filo-café desta vez sobre o tema &lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/2009/01/filo-caf-salvao-e-justia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Salvação e Justiça&lt;/a&gt; no Orfeão do Porto pelas 21:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7872503524808413451?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7872503524808413451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7872503524808413451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7872503524808413451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7872503524808413451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/02/salvacao-e-justica.html' title='Salvação e Justiça'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3309819903_ea35dc1c73_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-3898125469189233204</id><published>2009-02-08T15:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:46:32.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>Não existe um verdadeiro regresso ao ponto de partida, porque qualquer retrocesso significa um reiniciar com base no saber da existência daquilo de que nos afastamos ou rejeitamos. &lt;br /&gt;O recomeçar é um acumular de experiências e não uma simples substituição de caminhos percorridos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-3898125469189233204?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3898125469189233204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=3898125469189233204' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3898125469189233204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3898125469189233204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/02/recomecar.html' title='Recomeçar'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-5418559092115483728</id><published>2009-01-17T16:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:50:46.585Z</updated><title type='text'>(in)Certezas</title><content type='html'>Não sei para onde vou mas sei de onde vim. O futuro é uma incógnita e o passado uma história. A incerteza do amanhã é a minha maior certeza enquanto a convicção de ontem se torna o desafio de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Planos existem, traçam rumos em direcção aos sonhos, mas há que ter consciência que não passam de suposições porque tudo pode mudar numa fracção de segundos, o que não é necessariamente mau mas exige uma disponibilidade mental para vivermos na brevidade das (in)certezas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-5418559092115483728?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5418559092115483728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=5418559092115483728' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5418559092115483728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5418559092115483728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/01/incertezas.html' title='(in)Certezas'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-2191981564351065860</id><published>2009-01-16T22:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:40:34.221Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Mar de Querer</title><content type='html'>Quero navegar na imensidade do teu ser, &lt;br /&gt;desvendando cada recanto mágico da tua costa &lt;br /&gt;e extasiando-me no rebentar das tuas ondas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero mergulhar no sabor do teu frémito &lt;br /&gt;e encontrar-me no abraço intenso de mar &lt;br /&gt;com que te derramas na areia do meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero repousar no aconchego da tua praia,&lt;br /&gt;e degustar calmamente as fragrâncias &lt;br /&gt;que inscreves no meu corpo impregnado de ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-2191981564351065860?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2191981564351065860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=2191981564351065860' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2191981564351065860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2191981564351065860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-mar-de-querer.html' title='Um Mar de Querer'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-9040431468977148144</id><published>2009-01-14T21:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:52:53.431Z</updated><title type='text'>Mágoas</title><content type='html'>Mágoas não se afogam! &lt;br /&gt;Diluem-se nos sorrisos do viver, para que percam a sua força negativa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, há também que cuidar para que não se emaranhem em enganadores risos de circunstância!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-9040431468977148144?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/9040431468977148144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=9040431468977148144' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/9040431468977148144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/9040431468977148144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/01/magoas.html' title='Mágoas'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-477929999417930118</id><published>2009-01-08T00:03:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:15:13.849Z</updated><title type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>Permaneço neste caminho porque me sinto mais inteiro enquanto consigo aprender, crescer e compreender-me a cada pequeno obstáculo em que tropeço. Não vou desistir, vou prosseguir este rumo, contornando as mudanças de clima e relevo, na certeza que me tornarei um melhor caminhante pela experiência acumulada. &lt;br /&gt;A algum lado chegarei, e mesmo que regresse ao ponto de partida serei uma pessoa distinta daquela que era no inicio deste percurso. Assim, valerá sempre a pena ter arriscado vir por aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-477929999417930118?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/477929999417930118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=477929999417930118' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/477929999417930118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/477929999417930118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2009/01/caminho.html' title='Caminho'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1616939036308705733</id><published>2008-12-19T12:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:04:30.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Serenidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333; CURSOR: hand" alt="Serenity" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/3119635843_11f941fea1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio do reboliço dos dias, é bom (re)encontrar a serenidade que nos aquece a alma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1616939036308705733?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1616939036308705733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1616939036308705733' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1616939036308705733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1616939036308705733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/12/serenidade.html' title='Serenidade'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/3119635843_11f941fea1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-3788516737346993114</id><published>2008-12-10T23:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:54:25.070Z</updated><title type='text'>Tranquilidade</title><content type='html'>A tranquilidade, que muitos me apontam, é em parte resultado de uma consciência que nem as alegrias nem as tristezas são definitivas. Viver as primeiras sem euforias desmedidas e conviver com as segundas sem desânimos desmesurados tem constituído uma das maiores aprendizagem que venho fazendo, apesar de todos os tropeções que frequentemente acabo por dar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-3788516737346993114?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3788516737346993114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=3788516737346993114' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3788516737346993114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3788516737346993114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/12/tranquilidade.html' title='Tranquilidade'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-5792072591717036822</id><published>2008-12-01T22:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:37:55.541Z</updated><title type='text'>Aprender</title><content type='html'>Todos os dias temos oportunidade de aprender mais um pouco de nós, dos outros, da nossa relação com os outros, do mundo que nos rodeia e dos nossos sonhos. Basta que estejamos disponíveis para perceber calmamente o nosso sentir, em vez de reagirmos apenas pelos impulsos imediatos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-5792072591717036822?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5792072591717036822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=5792072591717036822' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5792072591717036822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5792072591717036822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/12/aprender.html' title='Aprender'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7065106812580220415</id><published>2008-11-25T12:22:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:37:01.937Z</updated><title type='text'>Dança</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500; CURSOR: hand" alt="Dança" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/3058803582_e8b46d85e2_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Exposta no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/2008/10/filo-caf-fecundao-no-orfeo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666ff;"&gt;Filo-café: Fecundação e Alívio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7065106812580220415?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7065106812580220415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7065106812580220415' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7065106812580220415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7065106812580220415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/11/dana.html' title='Dança'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-2623891699595868126</id><published>2008-11-25T02:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:22:33.095Z</updated><title type='text'>Fotos - Fecundação e Alívio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-0d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346378754829&amp;amp;site=widget-0d.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346378754829&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0d.slide.com/p1/648518346378754829/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Ela é capaz de nos catapultar para novas dimensões da vida, pela necessidade de viver intensamente; mas simultaneamente só deveria ser experienciada até ao ponto em que não nos condicione as acções a meras respostas instintivas pejadas de medos, receios, necessidades irreflectidas de autoafirmação ou fugas à realidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-4213234367945120830?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4213234367945120830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=4213234367945120830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4213234367945120830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4213234367945120830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/11/inquietude.html' title='Inquietude'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-3476717723642867464</id><published>2008-11-18T12:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:02:52.072Z</updated><title type='text'>Tenho de...</title><content type='html'>Tenho de conseguir ter o tempo como meu parceiro e não como meu adversário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-3476717723642867464?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3476717723642867464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=3476717723642867464' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3476717723642867464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3476717723642867464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/11/tenho-de.html' title='Tenho de...'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-6135726722565807562</id><published>2008-11-13T23:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:24:48.131Z</updated><title type='text'>Partilha de nós</title><content type='html'>Escuto-te palavra a palavra com vontade de reter fragmentos da tua existência. Ouço-te em cada silêncio com que me acaricias pelo olhar. Observo-te atento nos movimentos com que me contagias de emoção. Admiro-te em cada pedacinho do teu mundo para o qual me convidas. Leio-te seduzido pela magia poética que te atreves a criar. Acompanho-te nessa dança sensorial que ousamos ensaiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, como sei e consigo, ofereço-me através de sinais onde coloco vida, sensibilidade, sonoridades, imagens, memórias, sabores e pequenos saberes. Partilho-me contigo com esta cumplicidade de gestos que os corpos não conseguem ocultar. Acolho-te em mim a cada instante que nos oferecemos mutuamente. Sorrio-te em segredo em cada coincidência em que tropeçamos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tu retenhas um pouco de mim nesta intensa presença feita de pequenos momentos, e enriqueças o teu caminho. Eu, em ti e contigo, continuo a aprender mais sobre mim e permaneço neste percurso de aperfeiçoamento do meu ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-6135726722565807562?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6135726722565807562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=6135726722565807562' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/6135726722565807562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/6135726722565807562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/11/partilha-de-nos.html' title='Partilha de nós'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-4810023446911139039</id><published>2008-11-10T14:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:28:37.115Z</updated><title type='text'>On the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333; CURSOR: hand" alt="On the road" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/3019430260_8f942b6103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A viagem continua, a paisagem permanece mágica e a descoberta faz-se a cada curva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-4810023446911139039?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4810023446911139039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=4810023446911139039' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4810023446911139039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4810023446911139039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-road.html' title='On the road'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/3019430260_8f942b6103_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1179239185584034960</id><published>2008-11-10T01:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:53:30.004Z</updated><title type='text'>Rumo</title><content type='html'>Existem momentos em que não percebemos se chegamos ao fim de um trajecto percorrido para iniciar outro bem distinto, ou se simplesmente fizemos um pequeno desvio através de um novo percurso enquanto prosseguimos o rumo existente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1179239185584034960?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1179239185584034960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1179239185584034960' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1179239185584034960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1179239185584034960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/11/rumo.html' title='Rumo'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-9126604756178504056</id><published>2008-11-05T23:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:36:38.581Z</updated><title type='text'>Ansiedades</title><content type='html'>As ansiedades surgem frequentemente de uma estranha necessidade que nos impele a complicar a forma como encaramos a vida em vez de procurar a sua simplificação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-9126604756178504056?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/9126604756178504056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=9126604756178504056' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/9126604756178504056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/9126604756178504056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/11/ansiedades.html' title='Ansiedades'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-9019048665156199852</id><published>2008-11-01T16:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:38:37.969Z</updated><title type='text'>Há razões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Senhora da Pedra, Miramar V.N.Gaia, Portugal" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2991535643_884a4a851f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há razões para sorrirmos, com esta tranquilidade Outonal que nos aquece os dias, com esta inquietude irreverente da maresia em forma de dança e com os raios de sol que nos ateiam o brilho dos olhos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-9019048665156199852?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/9019048665156199852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=9019048665156199852' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/9019048665156199852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/9019048665156199852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/11/h-razes.html' title='Há razões...'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2991535643_884a4a851f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-5859163475157987357</id><published>2008-10-26T22:56:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:16:53.619Z</updated><title type='text'>A Muller Dormida</title><content type='html'>A semana passada fui surpreendido pela &lt;a href="http://doroxo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Eva Doroxo&lt;/a&gt; que partindo de uma foto minha, escreveu um &lt;a href="http://doroxo.blogspot.com/2008/10/muller-dormida.html" target="_blank"&gt;belissimo poema em galego&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Nude, Porto, Portugal" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2351/2387945800_07f68ffc99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;emerxo serea da verticalidade na que me atesouras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mergullada na inmensidade do gris, alónxaste de min,&lt;br /&gt;trémenme as pernas cando sinto teu alento entre elas,&lt;br /&gt;oscilo lambela no ferro de teu corpo erecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somos cerámicas en composición asimétrica,&lt;br /&gt;un ángulo imposible no que trasladarnos.&lt;br /&gt;mollásme coa latitude esforzada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meus beizos, túa lingua.&lt;br /&gt;meus ollos, túa nostalxia.&lt;br /&gt;meus agarimos, túa roupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumbarme en ti desexo,&lt;br /&gt;caer escama a escama en teu corpo arácnido e tecernos baixo unha rede de escuma,&lt;br /&gt;mostrar meus peitos de musa entre túas maus de xeo rompendo a aritmética dos sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eva Doroxo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida que a Eva escreve muito bem como se pode ler no seu &lt;a href="http://doroxo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, mas o facto de se inspirar numa fotografia minha encheu-me de alegria. Senti que a foto cumpriu mais uma missão.&lt;br /&gt;Para completar esta pequena homenagem à &lt;a href="http://doroxo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Eva&lt;/a&gt; deixo também aqui a tradução do seu poema que o &lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Alberto Miranda&lt;/a&gt; fez para Português (ou como ele diz: ortografado em Português):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emerjo sereia da verticalidade onde me entesouras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mergulhada na imensidade do gris, afastas-te de mim,&lt;br /&gt;tremem-me as pernas quando sinto o teu alento entre elas,&lt;br /&gt;oscilo lâmpada no ferro do teu corpo erecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somos cerâmicas em composição assimétrica,&lt;br /&gt;um ângulo impossível para a trasladação.&lt;br /&gt;molhas-me com latitude esforçada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meus lábios, a tua língua.&lt;br /&gt;meus olhos, a tua nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;meus carinhos, a túa roupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acampar em ti desejo,&lt;br /&gt;cair escama a escama no teu corpo aracnídeo e tecer-nos sob uma rede de espuma,&lt;br /&gt;mostrar os meus peitos de musa entre as tuas mãos de gelo rompendo a aritmética dos sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eva Doroxo; trad: Alberto Miranda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigado por esta surpresa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-5859163475157987357?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5859163475157987357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=5859163475157987357' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5859163475157987357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5859163475157987357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/10/muller-dormida.html' title='A Muller Dormida'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2351/2387945800_07f68ffc99_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-5001236043925977758</id><published>2008-10-25T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:08:00.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>O tempo parece que voa quando nos ocupamos com aquilo que nos faz sentir preenchidos. Quando nos apercebemos já estamos a aterrar de novo dessa viagem ao prazer de viver. Parece que tudo passa demasiado rápido, queremos mais e começamos já a suspirar por uma nova oportunidade. E ela virá certamente.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos assim, só nos podem fazer bem! Independentemente da sua duração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-5001236043925977758?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5001236043925977758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=5001236043925977758' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5001236043925977758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5001236043925977758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/10/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7071534701158054611</id><published>2008-10-17T21:55:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:59:45.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Persona</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://estudio0.blogspot.com/2008/09/persona-de-ingmar-bergman.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Na703iIv3uE/SL1VewBSOpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5y_nFlYk5p0/s320/Foto+para+Gmail.jpg" alt="Persona" width="213" height="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fui ao teatro. Confesso que esta arte não faz parte da minha rotina de cultura e lazer, por isso cada vez que vou ao teatro sinto-me numa processo de descoberta que quase sempre me atrai imenso. Ontem consegui reunir um conjunto de amigos e avançamos para o &lt;a href="http://estudio0.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Estúdio Zero&lt;/a&gt;. no Porto onde &lt;a href="http://asboasraparigas.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;As Boas Raparigas&lt;/a&gt; nos apresentam Persona, uma adaptação ao teatro do &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0060827/" target="_blank"&gt;filme&lt;/a&gt; com o mesmo nome de  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000005/" target="_blank"&gt;Ingmar Bergman&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num ambiente íntimo com o público, as emoções humanas e os seus conflitos são colocados a nu como é apanágio dos trabalhos do realizador sueco. E quase que entramos nas personagens e nas suas vivências. A terapia confunde-se com a narrativa de vida e as confissões. Tudo servido num enredo intenso e envolvente.&lt;br /&gt;As duas personagens, a Elisabet Vogler e a enfermeira Alma, percorrem uma processo em que se perde a noção de quem ajuda quem, como se fosse um jogo de espelhos e de identidades. O poder da palavra e do silêncio acaba por ser mostrado pela sua importância na construção de uma relação marcada pelas dificuldades de comunicação perante a fragilidade humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até 2 de Novembro, recomendo que vejam esta peça com sessões de Terça a Domingo pelas 21:45 na Rua do Heroísmo no Porto. Ver mais detalhes em &lt;a href="http://estudio0.blogspot.com/2008/09/persona-de-ingmar-bergman.html" target="_blank"&gt;Estúdio Zero&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magia do teatro desligou-me da agitação dos dias, levou-me de visita pela fantasia e acariciou-me a alma. Fiquei com vontade de continuar a descoberta, regressando em breve a um teatro para me deixar levar pela poesia que nos toca e afaga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7071534701158054611?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7071534701158054611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7071534701158054611' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7071534701158054611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7071534701158054611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/10/persona.html' title='Persona'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Na703iIv3uE/SL1VewBSOpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5y_nFlYk5p0/s72-c/Foto+para+Gmail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-170673137410182497</id><published>2008-10-11T18:53:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:48:28.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Filo-Café</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/2932234612_426e95a3d0.jpg" width="333" height="500" border="0" alt="Poster de Anúncio do Filo-Café Fecundação e Alívio" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;incomunidade&lt;/a&gt; anunciou a marcação do filo-café sobre o tema Fecundação e Alivio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O local escolhido foi o Orfeão do Porto que é hoje o mais antigo orfeão no nosso país com actividade ininterrupta, dado que foi fundado em 1910. As suas instalações na Praça da Batalha em pleno centro do Porto vão acolher o filo-café de Novembro. As inscrições para participação artística encontram-se abertas neste momento, sendo que o evento será aberto a todos de forma livre.&lt;br /&gt;A data escolhida foi 22 de Novembro, o que permite a preparação da participação de quem quiser partilhar os seus trabalhos artísticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/2932234612/" target="_blank"&gt;cartaz&lt;/a&gt;, de minha autoria, junta-se assim ao &lt;a href="http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/10/fecunda-me.html" target="_blank"&gt;texto que já aqui partilhei&lt;/a&gt; anteriormente como forma de preparar mais um evento da &lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;incomunidade&lt;/a&gt; e do seu mentor: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/1439153858/" target="_blank"&gt;Alberto Augusto Miranda&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-170673137410182497?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/170673137410182497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=170673137410182497' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/170673137410182497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/170673137410182497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/10/filo-caf.html' title='Filo-Café'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/2932234612_426e95a3d0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7080682481215665452</id><published>2008-10-08T13:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:07:40.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fecunda-me</title><content type='html'>A tua presença desenvolve em mim uma mansidão que me inunda e me abriga de desesperos mais ou menos abruptos por onde deambulo. Mais do que me contagiar, tu promoves em mim um germinar de tranquilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Vem! Fecunda-me com essa tua serenidade de afectos! Faz nascer em mim essa sensação suave e forte que me acalma.&lt;br /&gt;Fecunda-me como tu bem sabes! Fecunda-me para que eu consiga aliviar meus medos e fantasmas. Fecunda-me com a tua capacidade de me pacificar. Sim, fecunda-me com a quietude com que anulo as ansiedades tolas que por vezes carrego em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Fecunda-me profundamente! O alívio surgirá da gestação desse semear de afectos com que me mimas nesse coito espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;Fecunda-me! Sim! Fecunda-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Este texto é a minha resposta ao apelo da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/2008/10/tua-presena-desenvolve-em-mim-uma.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666ff;"&gt;Incomunidade para trabalhos sobre o tema Fecundação e Alívio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;. Os trabalhos servem de preparação para o próximo filo-café a realizar em Novembro na cidade do Porto.&lt;br /&gt;Mais contribuições podem ser já vistas na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666ff;"&gt;Incomunidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;. Participem deste desafio também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7080682481215665452?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7080682481215665452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7080682481215665452' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7080682481215665452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7080682481215665452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/10/fecunda-me.html' title='Fecunda-me'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-2659681495560414594</id><published>2008-10-06T00:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:40:19.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilema</title><content type='html'>Na procura de não impor a minha presença acabo quase sempre por me confrontar com o receio de parecer distante ou inacessível por não saber demonstrar o meu desejo e disponibilidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-2659681495560414594?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2659681495560414594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=2659681495560414594' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2659681495560414594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2659681495560414594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/10/dilema.html' title='Dilema'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-4169593872695322242</id><published>2008-10-05T17:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:45:47.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Florbela Espanca por Gaspar de Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3267/2912214543_4d3ca40596_o.jpg" border="0" alt="Gaspar de Jesus com o presidente da C.M.Matosinhos Guilherme Pinto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaspardejesus.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Gaspar de Jesus&lt;/a&gt; inaugurou ontem a sua nova &lt;a href="http://www.cm-matosinhos.pt/PageGen.aspx?WMCM_PaginaId=16551&amp;eventoId=47384" target="_blank"&gt;exposição de fotografia &lt;/a&gt;em Matosinhos que estará patente na &lt;a href="http://gaspardejesus.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_30.html" target="_blank"&gt;Biblioteca Florbela Espanca até final de Outubro&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena passar por lá e ver como Gaspar interpretou a poesia de Florbela através dos seus registos fotográficos. Num espaçogradável e com uma organização muito bem conseguida, percorremos a poesia pelas imagens! Sem dúvida que é mais uma prova de que a poesia está bem para lá das palavras porque não se confina a elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2913062440_21df16f5f2_o.jpg" border="0" alt="Gaspar de Jesus " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns Gaspar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-4169593872695322242?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4169593872695322242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=4169593872695322242' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4169593872695322242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4169593872695322242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/10/florbela-espanca-por-gaspar-de-jesus.html' title='Florbela Espanca por Gaspar de Jesus'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-955885059916451628</id><published>2008-10-03T20:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:59:49.287+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faróis</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/2909649815_74aee05076_o.jpg" border="0" alt="Bailey Lighthouse, Howth, Dublin, Ireland" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O farol existe para ser visto ao longe, para assinalar a costa, para marcar os obstáculos à navegação, para servir de marca a quem percorre mares mais ou menos turbulentos e para sossegarem os ânimos mais perdidos. São locais extremos mas também únicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De certo modo, também nós acabamos por descobrir e assinalar os faróis que nos servem de referência e nos permitem seguir em frente nas ondas da vida. Podem ser lugares, pessoas, acontecimentos, músicas, sonhos ou qualquer outra forma de nos ajudar a encontrar e seguir o nosso caminho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-955885059916451628?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/955885059916451628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=955885059916451628' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/955885059916451628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/955885059916451628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/10/farois.html' title='Faróis'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-6805601207196866368</id><published>2008-09-05T19:23:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:07:19.545+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaspar de Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaspardejesus.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PJNM4-giYOQ/SMBUYHxeG0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/auTEAZy4a6U/s320/Digitalizar0002.jpg" border="0" alt="Fotografia de Gaspar de Jesus" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fotografia de Gaspar de Jesus&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi em Matosinhos, no ciclo de conferências “Conversas Objectivas” de 2007 que conheci Gaspar de Jesus e o seu trabalho. O tema daquela noite foi o fotojornalismo, onde o Gaspar participou com Luiz Carvalho e Fernando Veludo.&lt;br /&gt;Escutei-o com muito interesse porque nos transmitiu um pouco da experiência de quem já passou pela Capital, Primeiro de Janeiro, Bola, Notícias Magazine, entre outras publicações, e acompanhou a evolução da fotografia e do fotojornalismo nas últimas décadas. As suas histórias de momentos passados encantaram a audiência, mas foi a apresentação dos seus trabalhos que mais cativou quem ali estava como eu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, descobri que tínhamos amigos em comum, o que me ajudou a saber que tinha uma exposição em Vila Nova de Gaia que visitei com muito agrado já que me permitiu apreciar outros trabalhos dele e de uma forma mais próxima. E assim, ao longo do tempo tenho-me vindo a cruzar com os trabalhos dele, como por exemplo o &lt;a href="http://www.picturapixel.com/blog/" target="_blank"&gt;PicturaPixel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde ontem, Gaspar de Jesus disponibiliza alguns dos seus trabalhos no seu blog &lt;a href="http://gaspardejesus.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Arte Fotográfica&lt;/a&gt; que nos permite conhecer melhor as suas obras. Cativante é a forma como as suas fotografias se apresentam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-6805601207196866368?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6805601207196866368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=6805601207196866368' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/6805601207196866368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/6805601207196866368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/09/gaspar-de-jesus.html' title='Gaspar de Jesus'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PJNM4-giYOQ/SMBUYHxeG0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/auTEAZy4a6U/s72-c/Digitalizar0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-3611538213008485973</id><published>2008-08-19T23:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:10:13.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Fotografia</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3127/2779708700_96ddbbc289_o.jpg" border="0" alt="Green over green (by Nelson Silva)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 19 de Agosto é o Dia Mundial da Fotografia e seguindo a &lt;a href="http://www.vervecultural.com.br/jornalismo/porqueeufotografo.html" target="_blank"&gt;questão "O que move aquele clique?"&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://periplus.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Adriana Paiva&lt;/a&gt; (que descobri no &lt;a href="http://www.picturapixel.com/blog/" target="_blank"&gt;PicturaPixel&lt;/a&gt;) que nos questiona sobre a razão de fotografar, eu respondo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografar é registar, criar e provocar.&lt;br /&gt;É registar o nosso olhar pessoal sobre o mundo, é criar um imaginário apartir do real registado e é provocar a interrogação e a interpretação de quem vê as nossas imagens criadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isto, eu gosto de fotografar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-3611538213008485973?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3611538213008485973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=3611538213008485973' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3611538213008485973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/3611538213008485973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/08/dia-mundial-da-fotografia.html' title='Dia Mundial da Fotografia'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1748049074594409548</id><published>2008-08-14T01:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:54:20.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Provocateur</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2404/2760687297_a486836a79_o.jpg" border="0" alt="Provocateur (by Nelson Silva)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1748049074594409548?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1748049074594409548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1748049074594409548' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1748049074594409548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1748049074594409548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/08/provocateur.html' title='Provocateur'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-2315307728486345031</id><published>2008-08-12T23:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:50:57.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade</title><content type='html'>Se não soubermos simplificar a vida, então tentemos pelo menos não lhe adicionar complexidades dispensáveis. &lt;br /&gt;Desta forma, a nossa existência terá mais possibilidades de se tornar mais fluída e menos cinzenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-2315307728486345031?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2315307728486345031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=2315307728486345031' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2315307728486345031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2315307728486345031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/08/simplicidade.html' title='Simplicidade'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-341703782873290494</id><published>2008-08-05T23:10:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:43:34.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When Herbie Comes To Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/2736063097_7d4cfb507e.jpg" border="0" alt="Herbie Hancock &amp; Chris Potter" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbie Hancock veio ao Porto para nos oferecer um excelente concerto nos jardins do Palácio de Cristal. Há muito que nos habituou a não ficar preso ao jazz fazendo incursões por outros estilos mantendo o toque próprio do jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3160/2736062945_7bdd5cab74.jpg" border="0" alt="from left to right: Lionel Loueke, Amy Keys, Sonya Kitchell, Herbie Hancock, Chris Potter, Dave Holland &amp;amp; Vinnie Colaiuta" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na noite de Domingo passado Herbie trouxe-nos também quatro excelentes músicos: Dave Holland, Vinnie Colaiuta, Chris Potter e Lionel Loueke; e por duas cantoras soberbas: Sonya Kitchell e Amy Keys.&lt;br /&gt;Até breve, Herbie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-341703782873290494?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/341703782873290494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=341703782873290494' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/341703782873290494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/341703782873290494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-herbie-comes-to-town.html' title='When Herbie Comes To Town'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/2736063097_7d4cfb507e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-438118410891256113</id><published>2008-08-04T23:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:57:12.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Léxico de sentimentos</title><content type='html'>As palavras revelam-se inúmeras vezes demasiado limitadas ou rígidas quando queremos descrever sentimentos, afirmar emoções ou demonstrar afectos. &lt;br /&gt;É que as vivências e sentires que atravessam corpo e alma contêm uma riqueza de sensações muito maior que os vocábulo eleitos de um léxico tão pouco maleável que usamos no dia-a-dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-438118410891256113?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/438118410891256113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=438118410891256113' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/438118410891256113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/438118410891256113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/08/lexico-de-sentimentos.html' title='Léxico de sentimentos'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-5346177786241656409</id><published>2008-07-22T01:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T16:23:50.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“- É tão bom estar contigo como ter saudades tuas – dizia-me ela a rir, quando estávamos algum tempo sem nos ver.&lt;br /&gt;Via-se que não queria criar comigo qualquer espécie de dependência e a única coisa que esperava de mim era o meu afecto e a minha paz. Nunca quis a chave de minha casa e telefonava-me sempre antes de vir. Uma vez por outra, ficava a noite comigo mas, logo de manhã, metia num saco tudo o que pertencia e saía para a vida dela.&lt;br /&gt;- Isto para mim é muito simples – explicava. – Faz-me impressão como as pessoas são capazes de viver doutra maneira. Eu não preciso nem do teu dinheiro nem da tua casa. A verdade é que há quarenta anos que vivo sem ti. As pessoas têm que descobrir que viver o amor é qualquer coisa diferente dos jogos, normalmente perversos, do seu ego carenciado. Eu gosto muito de ti mas tenho a consciência de que há em mim um destino meu e que grande parte das teorias sobre a dualidade são justificações para a nossa terrível tentação de dependência. Gostamos de andar encostados uns aos outros e não há maneira de nos curarmos disso. O que temos de aprender não é com um outro, é com os outros. Se eu te dissesse que eras a razão da minha vida, estava a mentir-te. Tu dás-me muito e eu gosto muito de ti. Estou farta de te dizer que gosto do teu carinho e que nenhum homem me deu a paz que tu me dás. E é isso que dá prazer e faz, do fazer amor contigo, o prazer que nunca ninguém me deu ainda. A gente demora a libertar-se desta coisa de o desejo tomar as iniciativas. Hoje, para mim não é o desejo que comanda o amor: bom é o desejo que o amor provoca.”&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.portaldaliteratura.com/autores.php?autor=13" target="_blank"&gt;António Alçada Baptista&lt;/a&gt; in O Riso de Deus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais o amor confunde-se com carência, dependência, exigência ou posse, quando de facto deveria ser uma dádiva, um sentimento para ser vivido e sentido como resultado (e também causa) de uma pacificação e serenidade interior. O amor não deveria necessitar de se transformar num acto pensado ou de ser dissecado pela razão. &lt;br /&gt;Apesar de sabermos tudo isso, continuamos constantemente a querer complicar o que deveria permanecer puro e simples. Fica a esperança que a vida nos ensine a vivê-lo mais serenamente e assim desfrutar da sua essência mais autêntica, sem ansiedades escusadas e medos condicionantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-5346177786241656409?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5346177786241656409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=5346177786241656409' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5346177786241656409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5346177786241656409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/07/sobre-o-amor.html' title='Sobre o amor'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7529687452201032968</id><published>2008-07-15T02:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T03:17:21.014+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Magia da Musica</title><content type='html'>O fim-de-semana foi de música. Rumo a Algés, em Oeiras, às portas de Lisboa, o Festival OptimusAlive trazia-me dois músicos que me dizem imenso: &lt;a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.neilyoung.com" target="_blank"&gt;Neil Young&lt;/a&gt;. Há umas semanas parecia-me quase impossível comparecer, mas afinal consegui lá estar e assisti ao vivo a estas duas referências musicais, ao mesmo tempo que pude descobrir outros sons e confirmar a qualidade de &lt;a href="http://www.benharper.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Ben Harper&lt;/a&gt; que há muito me vem despertando curiosidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan foi igual a si próprio. Talvez eu seja muito suspeito a falar dele, pois há muitos anos que sigo a carreira dele, posso considerar-me um fã incondicional dele, mas a verdade é que este foi mais um concerto que não vou esquecer. Já o tinha visto ao vivo em três outras ocasiões, mas em todas elas existe algo de novo, uma reinvenção contínua da música, sem nunca perder a sua personalidade característica, quer se goste ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Pena foi que não tivesse pegado na guitarra e tenha ficado pelo teclado, tal como em 2004 em Vilar de Mouros, mas sem dúvida que a sua presença no palco faz esquecer aquilo que são os nossos desejos. Até porque com ele, devemos estar sempre preparados para as surpresas. E assim foi, por exemplo, na reinvenção do “Girl From North Country” numa sonoridade completamente diferente da tradicional.&lt;br /&gt;Há muito que Dylan percebeu que os concertos ao vivo são momentos únicos, há muito que percorre o planeta em digressão naquilo que um dia chamou de “Never Ending Tour”. Na sexta-feira passada passou por Portugal de novo, e apesar dos seus 67 anos, provou que ainda consegue criar e recriar como poucos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhLKFLnbXUg"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhLKFLnbXUg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Sábado, a minha expectativa era grande. Nunca tinha tido a oportunidade de assistir a um concerto de Neil Young. Desta vez, consegui chegar cedo e ficar na primeira fila apesar das longas horas que tive de ficar naquele lugar de pé. Valeu bem a pena, um concerto memorável em que o músico canadiano demonstrou que ainda mantém uma energia fantástica. Os solos de guitarra foram longos e soberbos. Alternando entre o eléctrico e o acústico, passou ainda pelo órgão para um “Mother Earth” tocante. &lt;br /&gt;Cativou o público de princípio a fim através de uma prestação que tão cedo penso que ninguém esquecerá. Nas cerca de 2 horas em palco, demonstrou a sua excelência como guitarrista, fazendo esquecer que já conta com 62 anos. &lt;br /&gt;E se a minha expectativa inicial era grande, Neil só conseguiu surpreender-me ao ultrapassa-la por larga margem. Conquistou-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nl84VKeN5Dk"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nl84VKeN5Dk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o final do festival, Ben Harper convenceu-me. A mim e a todos os que esperaram por ele após aquela actuação de Neil Young. Ficou provado o excelente músico que é e a empatia que conseguiu manter com o público que o emocionou por várias vezes. O final foi como muitos o desejavam, com “Boa Sorte/Good Luck” cantado em dueto com o próprio público na falta de Vanessa da Mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sexta tive ainda a oportunidade de ver o final de John Buttler Trio, foi pena só ter conseguido assistir ao fecho do concerto, pois tinha enorme vontade de os ver. O pouco que vi, convenceu-me. É para repetir. No sábado descobri ainda Braddigan, Xavier Ruud e Donavon Frankenreiter, todos eles de qualidade muito boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na viagem de regresso ao Porto, pela madrugada dentro, trouxe comigo a magia da música: o reencontro com Dylan, o arrebatamento de Neil e a confirmação de Ben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7529687452201032968?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7529687452201032968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7529687452201032968' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7529687452201032968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7529687452201032968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/07/magia-da-musica.html' title='Magia da Musica'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1812285318418941472</id><published>2008-06-29T11:56:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:18:12.699+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Terapia musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/2620062939_04a9af1956.jpg" border="0" alt="Tracking the sounds of pianist hands (Alberto Miranda @ Clube Literário do Porto)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que fossem rudes ou violentas, mas à primeira vista pareciam ser mãos fugazes e dispersas. Escondiam no entanto amplas surpresas em si. Quem as não conhecesse ficaria certamente espantado no primeiro momento. Os conhecedores, estarrecidos pela terapia musical que naturalmente ocorria, deixavam-se contagiar uma vez mais pelas sonoridades. Uma terapia de sentimentos que envolvia músico e ouvintes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob a luz da tarde, elas percorriam suavemente as teclas brancas e pretas, pairavam entre os sons e as pausas, afundavam-se na leveza ritmada que despertavam e soltavam a energia dos sentimentos mais profundos. Convertiam-se numa terminação de todo um espírito corporal de onde brotava aquela magia que ecoava por toda sala, pelo edifício e entretanto se libertava pela janela aberta sobre o rio. A tarde encheu-se de música.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1812285318418941472?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1812285318418941472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1812285318418941472' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1812285318418941472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1812285318418941472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/06/terapia-musical.html' title='Terapia musical'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/2620062939_04a9af1956_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-320873456266134999</id><published>2008-06-28T02:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:06:19.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir</title><content type='html'>Alguns entendidos oficiosos da vida chamavam-lhe maturidade, outros diziam que era experiência adquirida na escola da vida enquanto que os mais cépticos afirmavam a pés juntos que se tratava apenas de um comodismo desmedido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que ele não ligava a essas etiquetas que queriam dar à sua forma de administrar as atitudes próprias perante a vida. Simplesmente sentia-se muito melhor não fervilhando desnecessariamente com os acontecimentos que se sucediam no seu quotidiano. Sem perder a capacidade de explodir e seguir os impulsos, aprendeu a vantagem de não prolongar artificialmente as situações que exigem a sua energia e atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, passou a conseguir libertar-se um pouco das amarras do pensamento para poder desfrutar mais do seu próprio sentir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-320873456266134999?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/320873456266134999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=320873456266134999' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/320873456266134999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/320873456266134999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/06/sentir.html' title='Sentir'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-9043965109062515295</id><published>2008-06-09T22:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:23:08.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrevista de Dylan</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“You should always take the best from the past, leave the worst back there and go forward into the future.” (Bob Dylan)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi com esta frase que &lt;a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/a&gt; encerrou uma recente &lt;a href="http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/visual_arts/article4074327.ece" target="_blank"&gt;entrevista ao jornal Times&lt;/a&gt; em que falou essencialmente dos seus desenhos que vão estar exposição numa &lt;a href="http://www.halcyongallery.com/" target="_blank"&gt;galeria londrina&lt;/a&gt; apartir do próxima sábado, mas onde também abordou outros temas incluíndo a política norte-americana deixando expresso que tem esperança que Barak Obama possa fazer a diferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A entrevista cativou-me  por contextualizar a forma como o desenho entra na vida deste músico, mas também pelas restante ideias deixadas expressas, incluindo a sua famosa relutância em abordar a sua vida pessoal. A frase final serve para nos lembrar que existe uma forma positiva de encarar a vida, em que não devemos ficarm presos ao passado, há que aceitar o acontece e seguir em frente. Afinal tudo é temporário na vida. E Dylan sabe-o bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ver: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cTeYYenRTFA&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cTeYYenRTFA&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ler: &lt;a href="http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/visual_arts/article4074327.ece" target="_blank"&gt;entevista ao The Times&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Para visitar: &lt;a href="http://www.halcyongallery.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Halcyon Gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-9043965109062515295?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/9043965109062515295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=9043965109062515295' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/9043965109062515295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/9043965109062515295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/06/entrevista-de-dylan.html' title='Entrevista de Dylan'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-5916700800898006967</id><published>2008-06-05T00:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:49:16.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acaso</title><content type='html'>É costume escutarmos que nada nos acontece por acaso e que a vida nos coloca perante os desafios certos de acordo com o precisamos para aprender a cada passo da nossa existência. &lt;br /&gt;Apesar do meu cepticismo acumulado nestas teorias (que no entanto se vai dissolvendo a cada tropeção que a vida me prega) uma coisa é certa: podemos e devemos tentar encarar as dificuldades como se de oportunidades para evoluir se tratassem. É possível descobrir novas formas de contornar os obstáculos e reinventar modos de agir e pensar, com isso seguramente que teremos mais possibilidades de nos enriquecermos em experiência e saber.&lt;br /&gt;Se isso é fazer desses momentos uma inevitabilidade que a vida nos coloca pela frente para que possamos aprender, então terei de concordar que nada acontece por acaso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-5916700800898006967?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5916700800898006967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=5916700800898006967' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5916700800898006967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5916700800898006967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/06/acaso.html' title='Acaso'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-81585309450197208</id><published>2008-06-03T22:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:45:43.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insónia</title><content type='html'>Pela noite dentro os olhos teimam em não se fecharem e um turbilhão de ideias continua a percorrer em espiral uma mente que suspira pelo sono. A inquietude do corpo multiplica-se progressivamente durante essa busca tão atabalhoada por um conforto cada vez mais impossível.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, o relógio vai assinalando o desenrolar de uma noite errante até que as primeiras luzes do dia se começam a esgueirar pelos buracos da persiana. Ao fundo, ouvem-se os primeiros sons da civilização que desperta enquanto que o corpo finalmente sucumbe ao cansaço acumulado. Será curto esse descanso, dentro de breves momentos haverá um acordar imposto por um despertador ditatorial e implacável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-81585309450197208?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/81585309450197208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=81585309450197208' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/81585309450197208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/81585309450197208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/06/insonia.html' title='Insónia'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7458828960308674029</id><published>2008-05-02T09:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:22:57.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte e Criação 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-fc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346370150908&amp;amp;site=widget-fc.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346370150908&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fc.slide.com/p1/648518346370150908/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346370150908&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fc.slide.com/p2/648518346370150908/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O registo da inauguração da exposição Arte e Criação em Vieira do Minho, um dia de arte, cor, poesia, pensamento e música.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7458828960308674029?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7458828960308674029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7458828960308674029' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7458828960308674029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7458828960308674029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/05/arte-e-criao-2008.html' title='Arte e Criação 2008'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-6653792856726561663</id><published>2008-04-28T23:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:33:58.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>Os sonhos podem até nem se concretizar, mas ninguém me retira o enorme encantamento que provocam enquanto acredito que podem tornar-se realidade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-6653792856726561663?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6653792856726561663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=6653792856726561663' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/6653792856726561663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/6653792856726561663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/04/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-2228481386904412850</id><published>2008-04-27T23:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:55:01.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte e Criacao II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cm-vminho.pt/files/44/4437.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.cm-vminho.pt/files/44/4437.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este fim de semana, em colaboração com a &lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;incomunidade&lt;/a&gt;, tive a oportunidade de participar na abertura da &lt;a href="http://www.cm-vminho.pt/index.php?oid=4447&amp;op=all" target="_blank"&gt;Exposição Arte e Criação II&lt;/a&gt; em Vieira do Minho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas jornadas de cultura contemplam pintura, desenho, escultura, fotografia, performance, música, audovisual e escrita. As obras expostas bem como a realização das diversas actividades podem ser vistas no auditório municipal, na tenda gigante e em diversos espaços públicos até ao próximo de 2 de Maio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em termos pessoais foi uma experiência enriquecedora, pela possibilidade de rever alguns amigo que se ligam através do projecto da &lt;a href="http://incomunidade.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;incomunidade&lt;/a&gt; onde há que realçar o lançamento do livro "Crónicas" do Fernando Martinho Guimarães, e também pela possibilidade de participar na exposição com duas fotografias de minha autoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o Gerês ali tão perto, que tal uma saltada a Vieira do Minho esta semana?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-2228481386904412850?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2228481386904412850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=2228481386904412850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2228481386904412850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2228481386904412850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/04/arte-e-criacao-ii.html' title='Arte e Criacao II'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-8848265959968843329</id><published>2008-04-21T02:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T03:13:43.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos do Intercéltico 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-fa.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346369929466&amp;amp;site=widget-fa.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346369929466&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fa.slide.com/p1/648518346369929466/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=648518346369929466&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fa.slide.com/p2/648518346369929466/bb_t017_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram duas noites de magia celta sob a forma de música. &lt;br /&gt;Os ritmos e melodias fizeram vibrar corpos e almas, que assim puderam navegar em danças embaladas pelos sons celtas que abrilhantaram estas noites do Porto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos também podem ser vista &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/sets/72157604610915480/" target="_blank"&gt;no meu flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-8848265959968843329?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8848265959968843329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=8848265959968843329' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8848265959968843329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8848265959968843329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/04/fotos-interceltico-2008.html' title='Fotos do Intercéltico 2008'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1583157714514407726</id><published>2008-04-10T21:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:21:19.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intercéltico 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://interceltico.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://interceltico.250free.com/ic08.jpg" border="0" alt="Festival Intercéltico, Porto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os deuses celtas estão de volta ao Porto para nos presentear com a música de tradição celta. É nesta Sexta e neste Sábado, dias 11 e 12 de Abril, no cinema Batalha que a magia deste festival regressa para encantar quem aprecia estas sonoridades ou para quem decide partir à descoberta delas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro dia conta com os portugueses &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/encontrosdaeira" target="_blank"&gt;Encontros da Eira&lt;/a&gt; e com uma das bandas sensação da folk actual, os irlandeses &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/beoga" target="_blank"&gt;Beoga&lt;/a&gt;. No segundo dia teremos os portugueses &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/galandumgalundaina"  target="_blank"&gt;Galandum Galundaina&lt;/a&gt; e o grupo do famoso gaiteiro galego &lt;a href="http://www.xosemanuelbudino.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Xosé Manuel Budiño&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais informações em &lt;a href="http://interceltico.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://interceltico.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitem a música e encham a alma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1583157714514407726?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1583157714514407726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1583157714514407726' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1583157714514407726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1583157714514407726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/04/interceltico-2008.html' title='Intercéltico 2008'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-2405181045256721271</id><published>2008-04-06T19:19:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:26:36.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidências</title><content type='html'>A primeira vez talvez passe despercebida ou sem qualquer importância especial, se volta a ocorrer começa a ser no mínimo curioso e divertido. Mas se estas coincidências teimam em aparecer então para além do sorriso que nos provocam acabam por nos deixar a pensar na razão pela qual acontecem connosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De facto, quando repetidamente encontramos coincidências entre palavras ditas com alguém ou descobrirmos que pensamos simultaneamente o mesmo, é vulgar ficarmos a pensar de onde vem essa recorrente sintonia. Se a pessoa realmente nos diz alguma coisa, então a sensação da descoberta dá-nos uma satisfação bem maior que qualquer receio que também possa provocar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-nos sorrir de prazer, mesmo que o façamos discretamente e apenas para nós próprios. É como se existisse uma ponte invisível que liga os espíritos entre si, mantendo uma discreta sintonia entre nós e essa pessoa com a qual parece existir uma enorme empatia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-2405181045256721271?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2405181045256721271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=2405181045256721271' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2405181045256721271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2405181045256721271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/04/coincidencias.html' title='Coincidências'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-8254549371574622096</id><published>2008-04-03T23:56:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:52:17.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As nossas músicas</title><content type='html'>Há músicas que parece que foram feitas para nós. Se a nossa vida fosse um filme, elas fariam parte da banda sonora que acompanha o papel que representamos nela. &lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, quando uma música se coloca ao lado da memória do que vivemos, do que sonhamos, do que nos desafia, do que nos assusta, do que nos toca ou do que nos encanta, então decerto que passará a fazer parte daqueles sons especiais que iremos sempre sentir como nossos. Estas músicas ganham novos significados, muito pessoais, que nos tocam de forma tão natural como intensa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-8254549371574622096?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8254549371574622096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=8254549371574622096' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8254549371574622096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/8254549371574622096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-nossas-musicas.html' title='As nossas músicas'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-7623511039807410424</id><published>2008-03-16T22:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:16:18.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Mãos</title><content type='html'>É com mãos que executamos a maioria dos nossos sonhos, daí a conhecida expressão “vamos deitar mãos à obra”. É impossível não lhes reconhecer uma importância grande na nossa vida, e são também elementos-chave na comunicação pessoal para além de simples executantes dos nossos desejos.&lt;br /&gt;As mãos comunicam até quando magoam, demonstrando pela violência a irritação ou desespero que as motiva nesses momentos. Mas logo a seguir podem demonstrar a maior ternura pelo afago ou pelo oferecer de magia através do uso de um instrumento musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentes em tantas das nossas criações no quotidiano, são também um refúgio íntimo quando nos escondemos atrás delas para chorar as nossas mágoas ou para disfarçar as nossas emoções mais profundas. E no entanto é com elas que aplaudimos para demonstrar o nosso regozijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas acenam a saudade, castigam o desespero, afagam o amor, apertam a intensidade, reclamam a justiça, cumprimentam o outro, embalam a ternura, apontam a admiração, batem a angústia, ovacionam a vitória, tacteiam a suavidade, aquecem o frio, acariciam o afecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estendemo-las nos cumprimentos mais formais de modo a sentir o interlocutor. E com aquelas acarinhamos quem nos está mais próximo durante um abraço sem formalidades porque é pelo toque que sentimos e que deixamos que nos sintam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-7623511039807410424?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7623511039807410424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=7623511039807410424' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7623511039807410424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/7623511039807410424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/03/maos.html' title='Mãos'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1208708859693569488</id><published>2008-02-14T02:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:33:00.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nelsonvsilva/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2270/2263420245_7fe0530524_o.jpg" border="0" alt="Love Graffiti, Porto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel ficar indiferente às palavras de amor gravadas a encarnado vivo na parede branca. Mas mais importante é a forma apaixonada com que esse amor é afirmado perante o mundo. É um modo isento de dúvidas ou hesitações aquele com que se declaram os sentimentos repletos de sonho e vontade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1208708859693569488?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1208708859693569488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1208708859693569488' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1208708859693569488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1208708859693569488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/02/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-5130933634395426919</id><published>2008-02-10T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:23:19.265Z</updated><title type='text'>Tecnologia</title><content type='html'>A tecnologia reduziu distâncias, a comunicação nunca foi tão simples e imediata, de tal modo que hoje podemos dialogar facilmente com pessoas que em outros tempos seria muito improvável conhecermos devido à distância física e/ou às diferenças culturais.&lt;br /&gt;Curiosamente, assistimos também a um isolamento cada vez mais acentuado das pessoas que se vão refugiando na tal tecnologia para fugir ao contacto social e se vão isolando cada vez mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-5130933634395426919?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5130933634395426919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=5130933634395426919' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5130933634395426919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/5130933634395426919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/02/tecnologia.html' title='Tecnologia'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-1046766334154821732</id><published>2008-01-28T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:48:00.962Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinais</title><content type='html'>Entre aqueles que nos são mais próximos, muitas vezes conseguirmos distinguir o seu verdadeiro estado de espírito mesmo que ele se encontre mascarado por aquilo que querem aparentar para o exterior. &lt;br /&gt;Será que é por os conhecermos assim tão bem essas pessoas que chegamos ao ponto de discernir o seu sentir mais íntimo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que essa ligação forte que existe, é afinal o motivo pelo qual os outros nos enviam sinais? Sim, sinais quase imperceptíveis e por vezes enviado de forma inconsciente que em surdina permitem partilhar connosco esse seu estado de espírito mais pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse uma busca silenciosa da nossa ajuda ou um partilhar mudo de um sentimento pleno de vida que quer ser calado para todos os outros. Talvez seja mesmo por este segundo motivo, e assim sendo também eu às vezes lanço sinais que nem todos vão conseguir entender. Outros não vão sequer dar por eles e haverá quem os vai entender de forma completamente errada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-1046766334154821732?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1046766334154821732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=1046766334154821732' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1046766334154821732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/1046766334154821732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/01/sinais.html' title='Sinais'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-4375047531548422518</id><published>2008-01-15T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:06:07.208Z</updated><title type='text'>Filo-Café: Suicídio/Altericídio (fotos)</title><content type='html'>Na noite de Sábado passado, o Café Princesa no Porto encheu-se para o filo-café agendado e para a apresentação do livro de Eva Méndez. O espaço foi pequeno para tanta gente entre Portugueses e Galegos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width='500' height='500' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.slideflickr.com/slide/DCImTqnM'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-4375047531548422518?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4375047531548422518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=4375047531548422518' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4375047531548422518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/4375047531548422518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/01/fotos-filo-cafe-suicidio-altericidio.html' title='Filo-Café: Suicídio/Altericídio (fotos)'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326857.post-2631125454137873381</id><published>2008-01-07T20:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:49:55.458Z</updated><title type='text'>Encantamento</title><content type='html'>Não sei exactamente como começou, mas aos poucos instalou-se um clima que era bem mais que uma simples admiração. Tinha as tonalidades mágicas da sedução misturadas com as doces sombras provocantes do mistério. Como retoque final surgia uma ansiedade fora do convencional e completamente inesperada.&lt;br /&gt;Certamente que ainda não era paixão, mas já se tratava de um forte encantamento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27326857-2631125454137873381?l=imaginarioreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2631125454137873381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27326857&amp;postID=2631125454137873381' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2631125454137873381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27326857/posts/default/2631125454137873381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarioreal.blogspot.com/2008/01/encantamento.html' title='Encantamento'/><author><name>Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607266431730856120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIQZeIscaac/Sa6Sd4ylLUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4xmpzeXTJxk/S220/ns_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
